She lifted up on her elbows and watched as he tore open the wrapper and fit the condom over his cock, the whole time his gaze roaming over her body.

She’d never thought her body was anything spectacular. She kept in shape by running, knew she had to look good in front of the camera, so she worked out. Fortunately, she had a good metabolism, but otherwise, she didn’t care much about her appearance. But the way Logan looked at her made her feel deliciously sexy. And when he grabbed her ankle and dragged her to the edge of the bed, his hands sliding over her legs, she’d never felt more like a woman. A woman desperately wanted by a man.

There was a raw hunger in his eyes she wanted to tap into, that barely leashed passion she’d seen the first time he’d looked at her. She tried to sit up, wanted to kiss him, but he pushed her back down on the mattress.

“Not now. I need to be inside you.”

Okay. Obviously a take-charge kind of man in the bedroom. She lay back as he crawled onto the bed and pushed them both to the middle of the mattress.

Then, he kissed her, tunneling his fingers into her hair and covering her body with his. And when he slid inside, her breath caught. He took it slow and easy, framing her face with his big, rough hands, tangling his fingers in her hair and moaning against her lips until she wanted to die from the pure pleasure of it all.

It was an onslaught of sensation, and she didn’t know what to appreciate first—the way he moved so expertly inside her, the way his tongue mimicked his movements, slowly, so deliberately sensual, or the way it felt to feel his strong, steely body on top of hers. All she could do was wrap her legs around him, lift into him and hang on for the ride of her life.

She swept her hands along the corded muscle of his forearms, moving up toward his shoulders. He was hard—everywhere—and as he broke the kiss and stared down at her, she felt his strength as he moved within her, as he lifted his torso from her and used his lower body to grind against hers in a way that caused her to gasp.

She dug her nails into his arms. “Oh . . . that’s good. Do that again.”

He did it again. And again, rolling against her, using his body to give her the ultimate pleasure.

“You’ll make me come if you keep that up.”

His lips curved into a wickedly sensual smile. A smile that made her reach up and trace her fingers across his bottom lip.

“That’s the idea, Des. For you to come.”

She shuddered and lifted against him, demanding more of that sizzling delight that arced through her like a compelling drug.

She could easily get addicted to the way he made her feel, to this languorous sensation that drove her to dizzying heights.

But as his thrusts deepened and her breath caught, she couldn’t hold back. He nestled down on top of her and cupped her butt, drawing her closer to the magic that entwined them together, that made them one. She swept her hands over him, held on tight and released with a gasp, drowning in the waves of pleasure that swamped her over and over again.

That he went into the abyss right after her only served to prolong her orgasm, as if she was riding the crest, only to be flung into the crashing waves once again with Logan. The way he gripped her, his mouth fused to hers as he shuddered with his release was the sweetest ending to this amazing dance.

They stuck to each other, both sweat-soaked as they caught their breath. He kissed her neck and swept his hand across her ribs, gripping her hip and clenching it like a lifeline.

Yeah, she needed a lifeline right now because that had been amazing. She had known it would be good with Logan, but this whirlwind had been unexpected. That he didn’t immediately get up and create distance between them, that he instead drew her to his side and leisurely explored her body with his fingers? Now that was a surprise.

“Well . . . that was okay for a start,” she finally said.

He let out a deep laugh and cupped her breast, using his thumb to brush across her nipple. “Good to know there’s room for improvement.”

Her breath caught, surprising the hell out of her that any part of her was capable of renewed arousal. Apparently, she was more than ready for round two. And judging from the erection poking at her lower back, so was he.

He was like . . . superhuman.

“What time do you need to get back on set?” he asked while nuzzling her neck.

She shivered. “I have an early call. Like six a.m.”

“Me, too. I have to work cattle at dawn.”

She wriggled her butt against his quickly hardening cock. “So we have plenty of time for round two then.”

He turned her over to face him. “Don’t you need to get some sleep?”

“That’s the makeup department’s problem tomorrow. Don’t you need to get some sleep?”

He grinned down at her. “I’ve been riding horses since I was four years old. I can do that with my eyes closed.”

“Then I guess it’s no sleep for either of us tonight.” She wound her hand around his neck and pulled him closer for a kiss.

Chapter 8

“YOU LOOK LIKE shit.”

Des followed Colt off the set after finishing their scene. “Thanks, Colt. I know.”

After their third scene of the day, and she couldn’t even count how many takes Theo the dictator had put them through, Des was exhausted. No sleep the night before hadn’t helped, either.

Not that she was going to complain about that. At all. And okay, they’d finally fallen sleep around four a.m., after several bouts of some very robust, very intimate lovemaking. Logan had cradled her against his chest, telling her he needed a few minutes to recover and then they’d go for round five. Or was it round six? She’d lost track somewhere around the time they’d headed into the tiny kitchen to grab something to drink and he’d ended up bending her over the counter.

Her body quivered as she remembered the fast and furious way he’d taken her, or how quickly she’d climaxed as he’d touched her while he’d been buried deep inside her.

She’d never been so passionately tuned in to a man the way she had with Logan. And he might be quiet and uncommunicative when they were together, but sexually? Holy crap, the man could sure communicate just fine that way.

“And you’re sweating or something. Your face is all red. You should have makeup do something about that. I know it’s hot as f**k out here.”

Yes, it was, but it wasn’t the heat that was causing her face to turn red, it was the recollection of all the sex she’d had last night.